Nick sat silently then, staring straight ahead, his hands on his knees. What the fuck was that? Why did Jessica make him he feel as stupid and awkward as a teenaged kid? Few women did that to him. Most he just paid after an evening and that was the extent of their interaction. He wracked his brain, thinking about what he knew about her. Wasn't there something with her ability about pheromones? Still, even if there was that, it wouldn't account for how well they got along. For their banter and jokes and the way she seemed to understand him. For her smile and her laugh and those eyes and that silky hair and- Nick stood up suddenly. "You know, it's late and I should probably go."